When you spend forty to fifty weeks out of a year traveling for business, you try to work in a little vacation whenever circumstances permit.

August of 2010 was one of those times. I had to participate in a symposium on technical certifications for the IT industry that was scheduled in Breckenridge, Colorado. The event in Breckenridge would run Tuesday through Thursday, which would allow me to leave on Friday.

At a charity silent auction two years previous, I had won a one-week ownership of a timeshare in Vail, Colorado, but had never been there to use it. Vail is only around fifty miles from Breckenridge, and there is rumored to be some pretty good trout fishing in the area, so I tagged a week of vacation onto my Colorado trip.

I flew into Colorado Springs on Monday instead of Denver. Since Stapleton International Airport got replaced by the newer airport, I avoid flying into Denver as much as possible. I also liked the fact that with fewer passengers, I was able to reserve a Mustang convertible as my rental car without an upgrade charge.

I had plenty of time to get to Breckenridge and wanted to make the trip a leisurely one. After programming my destination into the GPS and specifying "No Freeways", I followed the directions west from the airport and eventually north through some of the most beautiful mountain scenery I had ever experienced. I reached the Breckenridge Resort mid-afternoon and was checked-in shortly thereafter.

Traveling as much as I did, the opportunities for consistent exercise routines were challenging. Sure, most hotels had a workout facility, but the equipment was variable and frequently non-functioning. I had learned that the most consistent exercise available to me was swimming, which I enjoyed immensely. The resort had both a heated indoor pool that was open year-round and an outdoor pool that was open on a seasonal basis.

After swimming laps in the mostly empty pool for about twenty minutes, I retreated to a table under an umbrella on the pool deck where I had left my towel, sunglasses, and Blackberry so I could keep an eye on them while I was in the pool. I took a chair and surveyed the scenery, and I mean Mother Nature's scenery, not the feminine scenery that was on display around the pool area. I was trying to check e-mail on my Blackberry, holding it at different levels and angles to minimize the glare on the screen, when I heard someone speaking to me.

"Don't you ask a person's permission before taking their picture?"

I glanced away from the screen and into a pair of the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen on a woman -- well, actually, in this case, a girl. She had shoulder-length blonde hair that was worn pushed back behind her ears. She was quite tall; probably around five-feet-nine inches, slender but curves in all the right places. She was wearing the uniform of one of the resort servers, but since she didn't have a name badge visible or her hair secured, I assumed that she was off the clock.

I lowered my sunglasses and studied her for a few seconds before responding, "First of all, I wouldn't use the camera on this thing to take a picture of anything I wanted to capture and keep. Secondly, if I was taking a picture from where I am sitting, it would be of the scene behind you."

In a bitchy tone that I didn't deserve, she asked, "Why wouldn't you want to take a picture of me? You into boys or something?"

I chuckled and shook my head, "I didn't say that I wouldn't want to take a picture of you, I said that if I was taking a picture from where I am sitting, it would be of the mountains behind you. I'm sure that you are very photogenic, but you would deserve something better than the crappy camera on this device."

I held up my Blackberry for her to see what I was referring to. I was still using the Blackberry Bold, model 9000 which came with only a two-megapixel camera. Taking a picture of an inanimate object such as a network switch or serial number plate was one thing. Trying to capture a pretty girl's face was something else entirely.

"So you would want to take my picture," she said, this time with a smile that showed her beautiful teeth in all their glory, "but you didn't answer my question about whether you were into boys or something."

I laughed again and said, "I thought that was a rhetorical question."

"Well, it wasn't," she said. "In my experience, a man with a physique like yours, as tanned and toned as you are and wearing a Speedo swimsuit is usually gay and trying to show off his wares to other men."

"I don't mean to sound condescending," I said, "but you appear to have led a rather sheltered life. Can you take my drink order now, or did you want to question me further?"

She stared at me for a few more seconds, during which time her gaze lowered to my lap, almost involuntarily. My towel was draped over my shoulders so she would have a clear view of my swimsuit when she glanced down.

Finally, she spoke, "I don't start working for another thirty minutes, and I only work part-time serving at catered events. I'm not old enough to serve alcoholic beverages, so I couldn't take your drink order anyway. I'll let someone know to come out and take it for you, though."

I said, "Thank you," and then went back to checking my e-mail, ignoring the pretty but pesky little tart as she walked into the resort building.

Being a subject matter expert on several industry certifications, I found myself surrounded by people who wanted to try and get free consultations from me every time there was a break in the symposium presentations. While I don't mind providing 'teaser samples', I made good money consulting on certification training programs, test preparation tools and the like, so I always tried to politely steer people towards my billable consultations rather than providing them too much for free.

I had enjoyed a large breakfast so that I could utilize the lunch break period for making or re-establishing business contacts. I had a cup of iced tea but ignored the various food stations. My pretty pool-side pest was working as a server at the symposium's catered lunch. Working at the dessert table, I noticed her glancing at me several times when I was speaking with someone else. Strictly out of curiosity, when I had a pause in people wanting to talk to me, I went in search of something 'sweet'.

Offering me a plate of freshly baked cookies, she said, "You seem popular. Does everyone here know you?"

Now that she had her employee badge on, I could see that her name was 'Charlotte'. Somehow that didn't seem to fit her, but it was probably just my perception of that name seeming more appropriate for a girl with a southern accent or something.

"I certainly hope everyone here doesn't know me," I said with a chuckle. "That might be bad for business."

She handed a plate of cookies to another participant without even looking at him and then said to me, "What type of business are you in, Greg? I assume it has something to do with IT since you're here..."

So, she read the name on my name tag. "I own a consulting business," I explained. "IT certification and training are just two of several areas that we consult companies on. I thought that you worked evenings, Charlotte." Two can play that game.

"I work when the catered events are scheduled. Most of them are in the evening, but some are lunches such as this. It's just part-time until the end of this week. They won't need the extra help again until the ski season gets here."

"I see," I said. "Well don't work too hard. I better get back to the presentations."

"Sure," she said with a grin. "I'll see you around."

I didn't give her comments any consideration until later that afternoon when I ran into her on the pool deck. She had taken the vest and tie portion of her uniform off and was sitting at the table where we had met yesterday. There was a magazine in her hand and a bottle of water on the table. I looked around for another location to place my belonging when I swam where I could see them from the pool. She saw me looking around and motioned me over.

"I see you're going for a swim again," she said. Her eyes roamed up and down my body as she spoke. "Go ahead and leave your stuff here. I'll watch it for you."

Now, I'm not a bodybuilder or professional athlete, but as I approach forty, I bear a striking resemblance to the way I looked when I swam competitively while attending UCLA. I no longer shave all my body hair or wear a swim cap, but the physical attributes and stamina remain. I have considered entering one of the iron man competitions but can never find time in my schedule for it.

I set my towel onto the table opposite her, placed my sunglasses on to of it, and then positioned my Blackberry between the arms of the glasses.

"Thanks," I said. "I'll probably be about twenty or thirty minutes, so if you have to leave, don't worry about my stuff. I can watch it from the pool."

She tore her eyes away from her examination of me long enough to glance at my items and asked, "Don't you have a room key?"

I turned slightly and tapped my right hip to indicate where I had slid my card key inside my swimsuit. Her eyes darted quickly to the profile of my manhood visible from the side before glancing up once more. She was biting her lower lip but said nothing as I walked towards the pool and dove in.

Not being certain that she would still be sitting at the table once I had finished swimming laps, I continued to glance that way every few laps. The magazine she had been reading never left her lap as she kept her focus on me. I considered cutting my laps short so that she wouldn't feel obligated to stay, but then I remembered that I had given her permission to leave any time that she wanted.

When I left the pool and began walking back to the table, my eyes met hers and we remained locked on each other during my approach. She held up a hand when I was about five feet from the table, imploring me to stop.

"Can I take a picture of you?" she asked.

I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why would you want to take a picture of me? I'm just a wet old man."

Grinning broadly, Charlotte said, "You certainly don't look like any old man that I've ever known. Besides, I have some friends who I think will agree with me so I want to be able to show them a picture of you. Do you mind."

I laughed and said, "Knock yourself out but make it quick. I need to go shower and get ready for my dinner meeting."

Charlotte held up her cellphone and studied the screen. She had one of the recently released Apple iPhone 4's. I followed her instructions for the poses that she wanted, trying to keep from laughing at the seriousness of her expression while she took several shots. I noticed that she focused my poses on ones that would emphasize everything inside my swimsuit. If anything above my shoulders appeared in any of the pictures, it would have been entirely coincidental.

"Can I dry off now?" I asked when she finally lowered her cellphone. She had a flushed complexion on her face and she was once more biting her lower lip. She just nodded and remained seated as she watched me.

After drying my hair, I finger combed it and put on my sunglasses. I checked my Blackberry for any e-mails that might have arrived while I was in the pool to make certain that my dinner plans for the evening hadn't changed. They hadn't.

"Well," I said, "I hope you have a good evening, Charlotte. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow again at lunch."

"What are you doing after your dinner meeting?" she asked. The now almost constant biting of her lower lip was making it swell slightly.

Man, she had great lips. Young, possibly jail bait young, but great none the less.

"Why?" I asked.

She hesitated before answering, "I don't want to get in the way of any work or anything, but if you're just going to be watching TV or something like that, maybe we could talk some."

"Talk?" I asked. "Talk about what exactly?"

"Well, mostly I want to talk about you," she said. "I kinda think you could help me understand some things."

"What sort things do you think I can help you understand?"

"If we get into them now, you'll probably be late for your dinner meeting," she said as she stood. "Can we talk later?"

"How old are you?" I asked.

"I turned eighteen on August 1^st." Holding up her iPhone, she said, "This was the present from my mom."

"My dinner meeting probably won't be over until after eight o'clock," I told her.

"Can I give you my phone number so you can call me when you're done?" she asked. "I'll come to your room or meet you someplace where alcohol isn't served. I'm still underage for that."

"I'll tell you what," I said, "Give me your number and I'll call you when I get back to my room after dinner. If all you want to do is talk, we can do that over the phone tonight."

"Are you afraid of me?" she asked with a wicked grin on her face. "Afraid of being alone with me or something?"

"Let's talk on the phone first," I told her. "If the conversation warrants more personal interaction, then we can meet up someplace." She seemed like a sweet kid, so if I could help her, why not?

She just stared at me with a look of indecision on her face. I needed to get going.

I opened a new contact in my Blackberry and asked, "What is your phone number?"

She gave me the number and then I asked, "Do you want to tell me your last name so I can have a complete contract entry?"

"It's Redford," she said.

Beautiful blonde from Colorado? I had to know. "Any relation to..."

She laughed and said, "No, I think my mom is just a big fan of his."

"Okay, well maybe you can explain that when we chat later," I told her. "How late is too late to call you?"

"So, you will call me then?" she asked.

"Unless something else comes up," I told her. I didn't make a habit of hooking up with strange women while on business trips, but I was single, and me being hit on in a hotel bar was not unheard of. My conversation with Charlotte would definitely take a back seat to the opportunity for me to get laid.

"You can call any time," Charlotte said as she rose from the chair. "Enjoy your dinner."

Maybe it was the thought of hooking up with some strange woman and getting laid, but my appraisal of Charlotte's teenaged bottom as she walked away required me to hold the towel in front of my body as I returned to my room.

I did have an opportunity to get laid, but not really. While a woman did make her interest in spending "some quality time with me", as she put it, I never crap where I eat, so her being a potential client was a show-stopper.

Getting back to my room just after eight, I spent twenty minutes on urgent e-mails before stripping out of my clothes and crawling naked into the king-size bed. I propped pillows behind my back and glanced at the bedside table. On it was my Blackberry and the latest David Baldacci paperback. Decision time.

I picked up my phone and found Charlotte's contact information. Staring at it for over a minute, remembering her curious nature, her confidence, and the almost pleading look that had been in her eyes earlier, I finally initiated the call.

"Hello," she answered. Her voice was slightly slurred. I hoped that I hadn't wakened her, but it wasn't even nine o'clock yet, so that would have been unlikely.

"Hi, Charlotte. This is Greg, calling you as we agreed."

"I know," she giggled. "No one besides you and my mom have my number and I spoke with her an hour ago."

"Okay, so what can I do for you, Charlotte? What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Do you have any pizza, Greg? Smoking pot always makes me crave pizza."

I laughed at her openness, "No, Charlotte, I do not have any pizza. I had salmon for dinner."

"You should come over. We could order a pizza to be delivered," she said.

"You could do that without me being there," I told her.

"Nope," she said. "I don't have any money for pizza. I won't get paid until Friday. I could come over to your room and you could order pizza."

I laughed again, "You have an answer for everything, don't you?"

Her voice took on a more serious and sober tone, "Not hardly. If I had an answer for everything, I wouldn't want to talk with you so badly."

"That brings us back to the matter of what you want to talk to me about," I chuckled.

"Your laughing at my munchies, aren't you?"

"Actions have consequences, young lady," I chided. "Maybe you should have waited to get high until after we chatted."

"See, you're already giving me good advice," she giggled. "I knew you would."

"You knew I would do what?" I asked.

"That you would give me good advice. I knew when I saw you in your swimsuit yesterday that you would be the right person."

"Charlotte, I'm confused. How did seeing me in my swimsuit translate into me giving you good advice?"

"Because," she said, "I need an unbiased adult to help me. I'm the confused one."

"Maybe we ought to table this discussion until you come down some," I suggested.

Ignoring my suggestion, she said, "Plus, everyone respects you so much. I asked people who I saw you talking to and all of them think the world of you. I think I can trust you too. Can I come over and see you so we can talk in person? I really need to talk to someone tonight."

"Where do you live?" I asked her. I didn't think it was a good idea to have a pretty young girl stumbling around the resort while she was high.

"I'm staying with a friend in an apartment near the ski lodge. She's gone until tomorrow night."

"Give me the address," I told her, "and I'll find you."

She gave me a street address, but by her description of the building, I knew that I wouldn't need it. It was located around the back side of the resort; an easy five-minute walk.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," I told her. "Please don't smoke any more weed until I get there."

"No problem," she said. "I'll be glad to share it with you."

That wasn't what I meant, but I let it drop as I disconnected the call and began searching for something casual to wear. I pulled on a pair of workout shorts and a t-shirt. I didn't bother with socks as I slipped into a pair of tennis shoes and tied them. Grabbing only my wallet and card key to the room, I headed for the lobby.

I had to walk past the gift shop on my way out, so I decided to see what they might have to take the edge off of Charlotte's drug-induced appetite. The prices were outrageous, but I was expecting that to be the case. Potato chips, Oreo cookies and some sort of processed sausage sticks were the best I could do. I was knocking on what I hoped was the right door a few minutes later.

"Who is it?" asked Charlotte from behind the closed door.

"It's Greg," I replied. "I come bearing snacks."

The door flew open and Charlotte jumped into my body as if she expected me to catch her. I did catch her, but I think the potato chips suffered in the process.

"I think I love you," Charlotte said as she disengaged herself, took my free hand and pulled me into the apartment.

"Thanks, I guess," I said. "Here are some snacks for you. I was going to get you something to drink, but all they had was beer."

"That's okay," she said. "I have beer here. Well, technically, it's my friend's beer but I share my pot with her so she won't mind. Would you like a beer?"

She was just too damn cute. I didn't know if she was dressed for bed in her mid-rift tank-top and shorts, but that would be a reasonable assumption. What I did not have to assume was how her legs went on forever. I had only seen her in her uniform, which was a black vest over a long-sleeve white shirt and utilitarian black slacks. I was enamored with her playful innocence.

"Sure," I said. "If your friend wouldn't mind, I'll have a beer."

Charlotte took all of the snacks out of my hand, hurried over to the couch and began opening packages. She looked up at me long enough to say, "Help yourself. The refrigerator is in there. Get me one too, please" She pointed to a doorway that I assumed led to the kitchen.

Shaking my head and laughing, I retrieved a bottle of Heineken for each of us, found an opener and took them out to join Charlotte. I opened one of the bottles for her and set it on the coffee table in front of her. Her mouth was full of potato chips as she washed them down with a long pull on the bottle. I took a seat on a chair to the right of her and opened the other beer.

Through tendrils of incense smoke rising from two burners on the coffee table, I watched Charlotte as she eventually satisfied her appetite enough to take a pause in her snack consumption and finally speak.

"You must think I'm a pig or something," she said.

I laughed and pointed to the extremely small remnants of three smoked joints, "Been there, done that."

"You want to smoke some weed with me?" she asked.

"Not if you want to have this talk with me that you keep mentioning," I said.

"Oh yeah, right," she said, taking another drink of her beer.

"Are you ready to explain what you need?" I asked.

Charlotte fiddled with her wheat blonde hair for several seconds before pushing it behind her ears on both sides. She slid her legs underneath her, squaring her back and preparing for what she wanted to say.

"I'm confused," she started.

"You mentioned that," I said. "What are you confused about, exactly?"

"Sex," She said, barely above a whisper. She was studying her hands as they laid in her lap.

"Isn't sex something that you should be discussing with your parents instead of some guy that you barely know?"

"My mom can't help me," Charlotte said. "She would just tell me to do whatever felt right for me at the time."

"That's not totally bad advice," I told her, "but it can sometimes be hard for a young person to understand their feelings for what they really are. Love and lust can easily get confused for one another."

"I knew you would understand," Charlotte said with a hint of pride in her voice.

"You knew that I would understand what?" I asked.

"I think I like girls," Charlotte said, once more studying her hands intently.

"Are you concerned about whether or not you are a lesbian?" I asked.

Charlotte just nodded.

"I'm not sure that I am the best person to advise you..." I began.

Charlotte looked into my eyes and said, "If I asked for advice from a woman who is straight, she won't understand my confusion. If I asked for advice from a straight guy, his advice will be biassed towards his own preferences. The same if I ask for advice from a lesbian woman; she'll be biased in her own way. By asking for your advice, you wouldn't have a bias. Plus, you would understand being different."

"Wait a second," I said. "Do you still think that I am gay?"

"Of course," she said. "I explained all that to you yesterday when we met."

"Charlotte, I am not gay. I wear a Speedo when swimming because I used to swim competitively and that is what we wear. It cuts down on the resistance in the water."

She got a puzzled expression on her face and said, "You also didn't want to take my picture."

I shook my head in disbelief. This girl really was a 'babe in the woods' sometimes. I said, "I won't disrespect your beauty by taking a bad picture of you. If it's that important to you, I have a real camera in my room that I will use to take a quality picture of you some time."

"If you think I'm beautiful, why haven't you made a move on me? I had to practically beg you just to talk to me tonight."

I smiled and tried to explain, "It's a matter of respect, Charlotte. I do think you are very beautiful, but that's no reason for me to assume that you would welcome any advances made by me. A person should respect another person's right to set limits. I don't know what your limits might be, so I respect you enough not to test them. Then there's the fact that I am twice your age, barely know you and have a great deal more experience in life than you do. I wouldn't want to take advantage of you, even if it was unintentional."

Charlotte sat silently, looking at me with what looked like a new interest. I decided to move the conversation along.

"Have you experienced relationships with both boys and girls?" I asked.

She nodded but remained silent.

"Would you feel comfortable describing these experiences to me so I can try to understand your confusion?"

Once more, her hands became her focus as she said, "I've only been with two boys and two girls. The sex with the girls satisfied me more, I guess. I think that's what has me confused. Sometimes, when I see a good-looking guy, my body reacts as it does with a girl, but the reaction with a girl never happens until we're actually doing stuff. My body doesn't react the same way just by looking at a girl as it does when I look at a boy. Does that make sense?"

"It does," I said. "You have never experienced an orgasm while having sex with a boy, but you have with a girl. Is that right?"

She nodded.

"Charlotte, that's probably not that uncommon for someone your age," I explained. "Hell, I was a teenage boy once, with all the selfish desires and lack of patience that went along with it. The guys you were with probably spent little time on foreplay and were done with you as soon as they had cum. Am I close?"

"You're spot-on," she said.

"While the girls were very focused on bringing you pleasure and passion, right?"

"I guess so," she said.

"I'm no expert, Charlotte, but it sounds to me that you don't have a true sexual orientation dilemma. You said it yourself, boys cause a reaction that girls don't, but so far, girls have satisfied you more than boys. I think you just need to get more experience under your belt, probably with both. Let me ask you this, thinking back on the girls that you have been with, rate what you would consider their sexual experience has been on a scale of one to five."

Charlotte thought for a few seconds before answering, "The first girl was my age, but she certainly knew what she was doing when she basically seduced me. I would say that she would rate at three and a half. The second girl was more my choice, but she wasn't a stranger to girl-on-girl action. I would rate her a strong four."

"Good," I said. "Now do the same with the boys. Rate their experience on a scale of one to five."

There was no hesitation when she said, "Both of them would barely rate a two, and I rate them that high because they knew that 'tab A goes into slot B', but that was about the limit of their knowledge, in my opinion. Neither even knew how to kiss very well."

"Any conclusions?" I asked.

She was nodding vigorously when she answered, "I need to try having sex with a guy who knows what he's doing, but more than that, I need to find a guy who will be patient with me and teach me what I don't know. That's what both of the girls did for me and is probably why I enjoyed those experiences so much more."

"Excellent," I said. "It looks like my work here is done. Just be patient, Charlotte, and don't rush things. You have your entire life ahead of you. Do what feels right like your mom said, but be confident of your feelings before going too far down any road. They're your feelings, and they count. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I think so," she said. "Can we talk some more tomorrow? I think I'll have some more questions after I sleep on what you've said."

"I think we can probably find time to meet up again. Do you have to work tomorrow?"

"Just the lunch gig," she said. "I'll be off by two."

"I think I'll be tied up a bit longer than that," I said. "Let me throw an idea out to you so you can tell me what you think, and Charlotte, this isn't a move that I'm making on you..."

"What?" she asked.

"If you want to hang out at the pool tomorrow after your shift, bring your bathing suit to work with you. I'll find you at lunch and give you a spare key to my room. You can relax, sunbathe, take a nap or whatever else you want to do until I'm free. Then I'll order a pizza to be delivered to my room. I would take you out to dinner, but our conversation might not be appropriate for a public place."

Charlotte stood and approached me in the chair. She pushed the leg that I had crossed over the other off, and then sat on my lap, put her arms around me and snuggled her head against my neck. I could smell her scent, which I assumed was just her shampoo. I couldn't sit forward to set the beer bottle down, so I put my free arm around her and hugged her.

"I knew that you would be good for me, Greg, even if you're not gay," Charlotte laughed into my neck.

The feeling of her lips moving against my skin was incidental contact, but my body didn't perceive it that way. I was immediately in an uncomfortable predicament with my growing erection crushed under the weight of her body. I had recognized earlier that Charlotte wasn't wearing a bra under her tank-top, but the significance of that then, versus now was also becoming obvious to me as I felt her young, hard nipples pressing against my body.

Charlotte didn't seem to be inclined to get off my lap anytime soon, but contently remained snuggled against me, just relishing in the human contact. I patiently held her while trying to think of any subjects that would distract me from the multiple sensory influences of her nubile young body being so close to mine.

I was mostly successful. My erection never fully deflated, but the discomfort became tolerable. I sensed her steady breathing an instant before I felt her drooling on my neck and heard her first snore. I had finished my beer while she was snuggled against me, so I dropped the empty bottle onto the carpet and slid that now free arm under her legs. I rose with Charlotte still sleeping in my arms and studied the apartment.

I already knew where the kitchen was, so that direction was eliminated. There was a short hallway on the opposite wall, so assuming that led to the bedrooms, I headed that way. The first door I came to led into what appeared to be the master bedroom since the arrangement of the furniture, accessories and clothes around the room looked pretty settled. The next door was a bathroom, but the one after that was the spare bedroom that I was seeking.

Upon entering the room, I saw the pieces of Charlotte's work uniform on a hangar on a hook. Satisfied that I had found her temporary residence, I gently placed her onto the bed and folded the covers over her. When her head settled into the pillow, she moaned slightly.

As I was leaving her room, I could have sworn that I heard her say, "Good night, Daddy."

On the short walk back to the resort and my room, I contemplated just how easy it would have been, and probably still would be for me to take advantage of Charlotte. I knew that most guys would seize the opportunity to leverage her lack of experience and questions of her sexual orientation to get her into the sack, and at one time, I probably would have too. Now though, I felt protective of her.

Charlotte deserved to have a mentor that she could trust and who would live up to that trust. I wanted her to have enough confidence not to settle for less.

The following morning was busy at the symposium, so as a result, the lunch break arrived before I knew it. The smile that beamed at me from across the banquet room melted my heart. Charlotte was working the drinks station today, so I got into the queue of participants waiting to select their drinks. I smiled at Charlotte's obvious impatience at the people in the line before me, but she maintained her friendly and professional persona until I reached her.

I held up a spare card key for my room as I accepted a cup of iced tea, "Do you remember my suggestion from last night?"

"Of course," she giggled. She took the card key out of my hand and asked, "What's the room number?"

"Room 19-92," I said.

"That will be easy to remember," she said, "since I was born in 1992."

Her comment reminded me once more of just how young Charlotte was. I think she saw my expression change, because she quickly added, "Don't worry, I've been told that I have an 'old soul'."

I wasn't sure what that had to do with the price of tea in China, but the drink line was backing up behind me, so I just said, "I should be done by three-thirty, so if you're still at the pool, I'll be there shortly after that."

"I think I'll wait for you," Charlotte said. "The pool will be a meat market with me as the cut of choice unless you're there with me."

"I understand," I said. "I'll be back in the room as soon as I can. Enjoy yourself in the meantime."

I moved out of the line and started working the room, chatting with new and current clients. There were two presentations after lunch that I had reserved spots to attend, but the presenter for the second one had been called away on some emergency and the person filling in for them was not my favorite speaker. I found my afternoon at the symposium shortened by more than an hour.

There were several symposium participants milling around the resort lobby; waiting for rides to play golf, go fishing, or one of the other extra-curricular events offered by the organizers of the symposium. I spent a little over thirty minutes in the lobby chatting with people before giving up and returning to my room.

When I entered my room, Charlotte ran up to me and took both of my hands into hers. She had a panicked expression on her face as she kept apologizing for something.

"Charlotte, slow down," I implored. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, Greg I am so sorry. I didn't know that they charged for it until it was too late and I must have pushed the wrong button on the remote to cancel it. I am so sorry. I'll pay you back, I promise."

I pulled her against me for a reassuring hug before turning her and directing her back into the room. As soon as I saw the television, I knew why she was so concerned about what my reaction would be, and I laughed. One of the soft-core porno movies offered on the resort's pay-per-view system was playing with the sound muted.

I put my arm around Charlotte's shoulders as we stood facing the television, "This might actually be beneficial for your education," I told her.

"How?" she asked.

"Come on," I said. "Sit with me on the couch and we'll watch it together. We'll keep the sound off so we can talk while we watch it together."

I saw that Charlotte had a bottle of water sitting on the end table at one side of the couch, so I led her to that spot and urged her to take a seat. I moved to the other end to sit and had barely settled before she had scooted over to sit right beside me with our bodies touching. I picked up the remote and hit the "pause" button.

I turned to her and said, "Let's start by you telling me what interested you in this particular program. Was it the title, the description of it, random choice or something else?"

"Oh, God", Charlotte moaned while looking at her feet. "Do I have to tell you?"

I placed a finger under her chin and urged her to raise her eyes to meet mine, "Charlotte, my first rule is that you, young lady, never have to do anything that you don't want to do. You call the shots. I'll do my best to advise and assist you, but you're an adult now. My second rule is that there are always consequences to the choices we make. I will try to help you make choices that lead to only positive consequences for you, but you need to take responsibility for the consequences of your choices, whether good or bad. Are you okay with those rules?"

"Maybe," she said, her eyes never leaving mine. "You have made me realize that I need someone in my life. I don't want to use the term 'father figure', but I have never had a male role model in my life. Greg, would you agree to be the Sage that I need in my life? I think I could learn things from you. About life and what I want to do with mine."

I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled Charlotte tighter against my side, "It's interesting that you use the term 'Sage'. The term 'mentor' is the one I was beating around in my head last night after I left you."

"You were thinking that I needed a mentor?" she asked.

I nodded and said, "Yes, but I didn't see myself in that role for you."

"Why not?"

"The most obvious reason is that we hardly know each other," I said. "When I was thinking about you needing a mentor, I had already identified the most basic qualifications; it has to be someone who you trust, and a person that deserves that trust. While I would never do anything to make you doubt your trust in me, I am not naïve enough to believe that you would have that kind of trust in me after such a short time."

"You're wrong," Charlotte said as she turned to face me. "I do trust you. Completely. Maybe I'm naïve to do so, but you have already demonstrated more integrity and kindness towards me than any man I have ever known. You will protect me, teach me, support me, encourage me, and when necessary, I believe that you would punish me. You already have made me feel cherished, whether you know it or not."

I thought about what Charlotte had just said, and realized that she was right. After only two days, I did cherish her.

"Then there's the fact that I live in California when I'm there, and you live in Colorado," I explained. "Our relationship would be entirely long-distance. You deserve better than that."

"Did you notice that I didn't include 'comfort me' in my list of things I think you would do for me? That would entail physical contact that wouldn't always be possible. I can live with that. Greg, I know that we would be apart most of the time, but I still believe that you are the right one for me. I need you, not anyone else."

She crawled into my lap and continued, "I'll prove that I trust you. You asked what made me choose the movie over there on the TV, and I'll tell you. It was because the guy in it reminded me of you. I wanted to watch and imagine that it was you showing all the passion for the woman, but more than that, I wanted to imagine that I was the woman, even if she looks nothing like me."

I was speechless.

Charlotte crawled out of my lap and stood, "There are supposed to be thunderstorms in the area around five, so if you want to spend any time in the pool, we should head out there now. We can come back to the movie later if you want. I know that I want to."

I stood. Charlotte's height placed her forehead even with my lips, so I leaned over and kissed her there.

"You brought your swimsuit?" I asked.

She picked up her purse and said, "It's in here. Where do you want me to change?"

"Let me grab mine and I'll take it into the bathroom," I said. "You can change out here and holler when you're ready for me to come out."

Charlotte had a mischievous look in her eyes as she simply nodded at my suggestion. I sat on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes and socks before retrieving my swimsuit and walking into the bathroom to change. I made quick work of getting my clothes off and the Speedo on, so I decided to brush my teeth while waiting for Charlotte to inform me that she had finished changing in the room.

"Ready when you are," I heard her say through the door. I picked up my clothes to carry back into the room and opened the bathroom door.

"Nice bikini," I said. "What's it made out of, cellophane?"

Charlotte giggled as she spun around to give me an unobstructed view of her naked body.

"I really was going to put on my bikini," she said, "but then I heard the thunder and looked outside. The thunderstorms have arrived earlier than expected. The pool will be closed until they pass, so I had another idea for how we can spend the time."

I was holding my clothes in front of me, which became a necessity as soon as I had walked out of the bathroom and spotted Charlotte in all her glory.

"And how is that?" I asked.

"I would like for you to teach me how to do that," Charlotte said, pointing to the television.

I glanced over at the movie, still paused on the television and saw that it had been stopped on a scene where the female lead had just begun giving the male lead a blow job.

"I don't know that I would be the best teacher," I explained to Charlotte. "I've never given a blow job."

Charlotte laughed longer and harder than I had heard to that point. She finally regained control and said, "My mom likes to quote famous actors and actresses. One of her favorite quotes is from Marilyn Monroe, I think. It goes, 'If you can make a woman laugh, you can make her do anything'. Make me do anything, Greg. Please."

I silently walked to the closet and hung up my clothes. When I turned to face Charlotte, there was nothing to hide the four inches of my erection that protruded above the waistband of my swimsuit. Charlotte couldn't miss the effect that she had on me, and the resulting smile warms my heart to this day.

"Greg, can I take that off you?" she asked, pointing to my swimsuit.

"I'm struggling to find a reason why you shouldn't," I said.

Charlotte approached me and I placed my hands on either side of her face and pulled her lips to mine. Her mouth opened the instant our lips met and she showed me that her experience with girls had definitely benefited her education where kissing was concerned. She held each of my biceps as I held her face, and I felt her passion growing from her lips to her fingertips.

When we broke the kiss, she just gazed up into my eyes and silently mouthed the word, "Wow!" Charlotte dropped to her knees, placed her hands on the waistband on both of my hips and quickly pulled my Speedo midway down my thighs before pausing. My unrestrained erection flopped down, striking her forehead before bouncing back up. She giggled.

"What do I do now?" she asked.

"Let's see how you do with visual tutorials," I said.

I removed my swimsuit the rest of the way and tossed it onto the dresser. I then walked over to the coffee table and picked up the remote for the television. I returned to stand in front of Charlotte, who had remained in place as she watched me. I positioned my self so that she would be able to see the screen without my body blocking her view.

"I want you to watch what happens in the movie and then try to duplicate it. Do you want to try that?"

I knew that the heavily edited porn showing on the television wouldn't be very graphic or detailed, but I thought that it might show enough for Charlotte to understand the basic techniques that she wanted to learn.

"Wow, yes," she said. "Can we back it up a bit so I can see the beginning of the scene?"

I pushed the rewind button and said, "Tell me when."

Charlotte watched the reversing images for only a few seconds before yelling, "Now!"

While I would have loved to have seen her beautiful blue eyes staring up at me as she sucked my cock, the instructions she obtained by watching the blow job on the television paid dividends. Charlotte had a strong gag reflex so she struggled to take me as deep as she seemed to want, and her teeth, as nice as they were when she smiled, did cause me considerable discomfort several times.

Now, I have had hundreds of blow jobs, from virginal girls in my teens to world-class hookers in Amsterdam, and everywhere in between. Not one of those carried the same degree of unselfish desire for pleasuring my cock as what Charlotte did. At that time, my cock was her whole world and she kissed, licked, stroked and sucked as if it was the most important thing to her - ever.

Her technique wasn't perfect, but her passion made up for that in spades. While the movie didn't show the man cumming in the woman's mouth, Charlotte got a first-class education, and a surprise when I erupted with several bursts while her lips barely encircled the head of my cock. Charlotte took my load like a champion and then allowed the head of my cock to fall away from her lips.

She gazed up at me with smiling eyes and an open mouth, my load balanced on her tongue. She got a questioning look on her face but kept her mouth open. It finally dawned on me, so I reached over and pulled a tissue out of the box next to the bed and handed it to her.

"I'm sorry," I said, "you don't have to swallow it. Spit it into this."

Charlotte put the tissue over her mouth and let my semen flow into the soft paper in her palm. She then licked her lips as she wadded the tissue up and handed it back to me.

"I did it!" she exclaimed. "Was it okay? I think you know that it was my first time, and I am so glad it was with you."

"Sweetie, trust me when I say that it was the best that I have ever had. You were wonderful, and I know with all my heart that you are only going to get better."

"You don't mind that I didn't want to swallow it?" she asked. "I heard that guys like it when the girl swallows it."

I pulled Charlotte to her feet and kissed her, tasting the remnants of her success. This was the first time that I had ever kissed a woman immediately after a blow job, but there was no way that I would miss the opportunity to share this experience completely with this beautiful young girl.

Ending the kiss, I said, "Remember my first rule? You never have to do anything that you don't want to do. Now, while I can't speak for every other guy in the world, I can't believe that there would be many out there whose pleasure at what you just did for me would be diminished even a little bit by you not wanting to swallow."

Charlotte smiled up at me and laid her head against my chest. I led her over to the bed and coaxed her to lie on her back before crawling up beside her. I took the time to study her body, and I mean really study it. She just laid there patiently and watched me examining her body.

I wanted to build lasting memories of every freckle, birthmark, mole, scar, and dimple. I wasn't concerned with the few blemishes around her hairline and such, since those were only temporary imperfections. Her pert 34C breasts were already cataloged in that section of my brain dedicated to "keeper" images.

I started with the beauty mark on her left cheek before moving to nibble on her left earlobe. My lips trailed down her neck and around to the other side as I took a leisurely trip down her lithe young body. Her nipples were sensitive and responsive. Many guys will just attack a girl's nipples, but I've always chosen to worship them with tender and gentle stimulation, at least during foreplay. Once a woman's passion builds, more aggressive measures may be appropriate, but Charlotte wasn't there yet.

Charlotte seemed to have visible indicators on some of her more erogenous spots, such as the birthmark at the crook of her right arm. She was also quite expressive when any spot I touched elicited a physical reaction for her. Moans, quick intakes of her breath, flushing of her skin, and I was expecting significant moistening of her pussy were all ways that she let her lover know where to go and what to do to her.

I rolled Charlotte onto her stomach and continued my examination of her body. As I kissed around her shoulder blades, I would occasionally capture some of the baby fine, almost translucent peach fuzz hair and tug on it with my teeth. She reveled in the sensations on her back, which only encouraged me more. I kissed the birthmark that sat high on her left hip before coaxing Charlotte to spread her legs apart.

Since tugging on her fine body hair with my teeth while traveling down her back had seemed to excite her, I spent several minutes repeating the routine on both of her butt cheeks. She would squirm slightly every time my teeth would pull on a few of the hairs. I continued my journey by letting my tongue pay a visit to the crack of her ass.

Starting at her tailbone, my tongue slowly explored downward. Charlotte's breathing rate increased and I could feel the flush of her entire body. Reaching the tops of her thighs, I inhaled deeply. Her scent was amazing; almost like the smell of the air after a summer rain, with a hint of musk on the edges. It was an olfactory memory for the ages. I wanted to bottle it and keep it with me at all times.

Resisting the urge to delve into her immediately, I forced myself to continue my journey down her right leg; kissing, licking and caressing the entire way. Her toes, like the rest of her, were amazing, and surprisingly responsive. I spent at least a minute sucking and nibbling on each toe before moving to her left foot and dedicating the same effort there.

Moving back up her left leg, I knew that the anticipation of what lay ahead was present in both of us. Before I reached the top of her left thigh, Charlotte was already raising her hips slightly off the bed, encouraging me to go where she wanted me the most. I reached over her and pulled a pillow from the headboard and placed it under Charlotte's stomach to elevate her into a position that would allow her to relax and improve my access to her treasure.

Her pubic hairs were longer, but just as fine and translucent as the rest of her body hair. I could use my lips to tug on these, and Charlotte's reaction didn't disappoint, "Oh, fuck! Please don't stop..."

"Charlotte, I want to share this with you," I said.

"I thought we were kinda sharing that," she moaned. "I know I'm not dreaming that you're here with me."

I chuckled, "No, what I mean is that I want you to share in pleasing you. Move your right hand down and play with your clit while I focus my tongue elsewhere. You're better positioned to play with your clit than I am, but I'm better positioned for other areas. You'll see."

"Okay," she said, and I felt her shift slightly to get her right hand into position.

"Your clit is nice and wet, isn't it?"

"God, yes," she said as I watched her fingers gently stroking her clit. I could see the glistening moisture that gravity had delivered, and would continue to deliver once my mouth got to work.

Charlotte was very sensitive, very aroused, and very impatient. As soon as my tongue grazed her anal rosebud, her fingers increased their speed and pressure on her clit and her first orgasm had her screaming, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus."

I didn't know how much attention any of Charlotte's previous female lovers had spent teasing and playing with her rosebud, and from her description of her male lovers, I assumed they had ignored it completely. As soon as my tongue had forced its way past the entrance to her ass, I knew that Charlotte would always remember this experience.

Her first squirting orgasm wasn't the most explosive I had ever seen, and I'm not sure that Charlotte knew immediately that she had ejaculated. Her moans and gasps for air while her body continued its orgasmic spasms apparently distracted her. That was okay, Charlotte was certainly aware of the three other squirting orgasms that she had before she was too exhausted to continue.

As we lay on top of the bed, I sensed that Charlotte would want to crawl under my skin to be closer to me if it were possible, and I knew that I would welcome her doing so. She would occasionally lean up and lick a spot on my face to taste herself on me and smile, then return her head to my chest. Her right hand was laying on top of my cock, but there was no effort being extended by her to get it erect, and I was fine with that for the moment.

"That's what I wanted," Charlotte whispered. "This is what I want."

I nodded my head in understanding, "The intimacy, right?"

"Exactly. I wouldn't want to give up on the passion by any means, but it's the intimacy that allows the passion to have meaning for me. It was the intimacy of you talking to me, protecting me and sharing with me that made me desire you so much. It was the intimacy of you in my mouth and what you did to me with your mouth that made the passion so strong for me. I have learned so much from you in just two days. Thank you, Greg."

"It has been my pleasure," I assured her. "Just remember that you have a say in whether there is intimacy or not, especially where guys are concerned. Don't let guys rush you or take you for granted. Intimacy requires effort from both partners. You can't achieve it all on your own."

"I know that now, thanks to you," she said. "I'm much less confused now, but I still have some doubts."

"Doubts about what?"

I felt her squeeze my cock as she said, "So far, except for me taking you in my mouth, which now that I think about it, was kinda like me going down on a girl, everything we have done is similar to my experiences with girls only. Will I feel the same intimacy and passion with a guy when we have actual sex?"

I took her hand off my cock, brought it to my lips and kissed it, "You will with me, Charlotte. I promise. However, let's get something to eat first. What do you say?"

The light grumbling from her stomach at the mention of food spoke for her, but she asked, "Pizza?"

I tilted her head up to look into her eyes and said, "Whatever you want. We could order pizza to be delivered to the room so that we didn't have to go out, or we could get dressed and go someplace. It's my girl's choice."

"Am I your girl?"

"From the moment that you accused me of being gay," I laughed.

"Oh, I am so very glad that you aren't gay," she giggled.

We did order pizza and beer to be delivered to the room. We sat together on the couch, wearing hotel-provided terry robes as we ate. Charlotte probably weighed around one-hundred and twenty pounds, but her model's body could sure pack away hot pizza.

She had shared with me the fact that she had worked as a model for local businesses while in high school, doing mostly fashion shoots or making some product look good next to her. I expected that the camera would have loved her. It would love her even more if she veered off to do some lingerie modeling now that she was eighteen, which she was considering to help pay her college tuition.

"Greg, can I spend the night here with you?" Charlotte asked after finishing the last of the pizza.

"I won't kick you out, Sweetie, but maybe we should make a trip to your apartment to get you a few things beforehand."

"I don't think there would anything that I couldn't live without for one night," she said. "Would you buy me a toothbrush from the gift shop?"

"No need," I said. I picked up the house phone and requested the Concierge to send up a courtesy toiletry kit. It arrived within ten minutes.

"Is that all you need?" I asked.

"You're all I need tonight," Charlotte said. "This is just incidental. Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"No, not until Friday morning," I replied. "I have one presentation to attend in the morning, and then the symposium wraps up before lunch. I don't suppose that you have to work tomorrow, right?"

"No, today was my last shift for the season. I'm free as a bird until school starts next month. Maybe we can do the pool tomorrow like we had planned today."

"Weather permitting, that would be nice," I said. "When do you have to go home?"

"Whenever," she said. "I was going to get a ride back to Aspen this weekend, but I'm not committed to anything."

I thought about my plans to spend a week at my timeshare in Vail and the idea of inviting Charlotte to join me didn't sound unattractive in the least. Maybe I'd ask her tomorrow.

"Are you satisfied with dinner and willing to entertain another of my ideas?" I asked.

I couldn't believe how alive Charlotte's blue eyes could be, "Yes, and sure," she said.

"Since we didn't get to share the pool experience today, could I interest you in an alternative water sport?" I asked.

In response, without knowing what I had in mind, Charlotte stood and let her robe fall to the floor.

"Ready, willing and able, Daddy!"

I laughed and led her into the bathroom where I turned the faucet on to the Jacuzzi tub. I removed my own robe and sat on the edge of the tub. Charlotte immediately took her place on my lap, put her arms around me and brought her lips to mine. We made out with only occasional glances at the water level until the tub was full, then I turned off the water and turned on the jets.

I helped Charlotte step into the tub, and then my position on the other side, facing her. She had a pout on her face, so I explained my reasoning.

"I just want to admire the view of your wet body for a few minutes," I said. "I then want to admire the feel of your wet body against mine. Is that okay?"

"Of course it is," she said. "I like the way that you have admired my body so far, which surprises me, to be honest."

"Are you self-conscious about your body?" I asked in surprise. "That's something you would likely need to overcome if you wanted to pursue any modeling jobs that exposed more of your body."

"When I have had photoshoots in the past, the make-up person always took the time to cover up my imperfections for the camera. I don't have that same luxury when I'm with someone, but I don't mind it around you."

I purposely let my gazing over her body be evident and said, "You mentioned that your mom likes to quote celebrities, and even repeated one from Marilyn Monroe to me earlier. Now I'm going to share one of her quotes with you, and I want you to listen carefully to the words because she could have been talking specifically about you when she said them."

"Okay, I'm listening," Charlotte said.

I had memorized the quote several years prior, but had never found the right situation to use it until now, "Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."

"So, you think I'm ridiculous," Charlotte teased.

I splashed water up onto her face, "You're ridiculous when you deny your beauty, and your imperfections make you that much more beautiful. Now turn around and scoot back here to me."

Holding Charlotte's back against my chest, my hands were free to roam and explore the front of her body, and I took full advantage of that fact. I brought her to orgasm with my fingers as my lips worked on her face and neck. When my pruned fingers interfered with the feel of Charlotte's skin beneath them, I decided that it was time for us to get out.

After drying her off, I put my robe around her to keep her warm while I dried myself. Charlotte stood patiently watching me, smiling and biting her lower lip every time her glance landed on my semi-erect cock. I led her to the bed, folded down the covers, and only then removed the robe.

I was kissing her as I coaxed her to sit on the bed and slide her legs under the covers. When I broke the kiss, her eyes had tears in them.

"You make me feel so special," Charlotte said, "like I'm the most precious thing in the world to you."

I kissed her forehead and said, "You should never accept anything less from a lover, Charlotte. That's one of the things that I want you to learn from me."

I went around to the other side of the bed and crawled in beside her and pushed the covers down to the foot of the bed with my feet. We wouldn't need them for a while. She made no move to snuggle against me as if waiting to see what I wanted her to do, or what I was going to do to her. I pulled her to me and began kissing her. Our tongues began the intimate dance that we were beginning to recognize as our own. Her fingers found my hair and tangled themselves in it as mine resumed the exploring that I had begun while in the tub.

When my hand eventually reached her downy soft pubic hair, Charlotte instinctively began to spread her legs. As my finger brushed against her warm, hard clit Charlotte inhaled deeply and moved one of her hands down to stroke my cock, which was already as hard as it had even been. I moved my fingers lower to capture some of the moisture that I knew awaited me at the entrance to her pussy and used it to lubricate her clit.

Charlotte moaned deeply and did her own impersonation of my actions by spreading a large drop of pre-cum around the head of my cock. Were it not for her earlier oral ministrations, I wouldn't have lasted very long in her hand.

I inserted one, and then two fingers into her pussy and sought out the g-spot that I had located earlier while feasting on Charlotte with my mouth. She was so aroused that her orgasm arrived within seconds and she squeezed my cock to the point of discomfort. I pried her hand off my cock and waited for her to relax from her orgasm before rolling onto my back and pulling her on top of me.

"Have you ever been on top?" I asked her.

Charlotte's breath was coming in pants as she said, "No, only on my back with the guy on top."

"When you're ready, reach down and put me inside you," I told her. "You determine how much of me you can take at a time and the pace of our joining."

There was no hesitation as Charlotte quickly reach down between us and recaptured my cock in her hand. She rubbed it up and down her slit for almost a minute before positioning it at her entry and lowering herself slowly around me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

Every wonderful sensation surrounding the tight pulsating sleeve of this young woman was amplified ten-fold by the passion, desire, and joy that I saw in her eyes while she continued to fill herself with my cock. As soon as my cock had bottomed out in her pussy, she shot off me with an eruptive orgasm that drenched me to my knees.

"Oh, my fucking God!" she screamed.

I'm sure that her voice could have been heard in the resort lobby, but I didn't care. I think her doubts about sex with boys would be gone for good after that.

Her body had collapsed onto mine as it continued to shake for several minutes. I hugged her tight and kissed whatever spots on her face that were exposed behind her falling hair. Her light snoring brought a smile to my face, which remained as I gently rolled her off and covered her with the sheet and blankets.

I returned to the bathroom and closed the door so that brushing my teeth and relieving myself for the night wouldn't disturb Charlotte. When I returned to the room and saw her angelic face sleeping there on the pillow, I quietly retrieved my Pentax camera and captured her beauty in close-up. That picture still holds a place of prominence in a frame on the nightstand next to my bed at home.

Charlotte was still dead to the world when I was preparing to leave the room the next morning. I left her a note telling her that I would call her cellphone as soon as the presentation was over so we could talk about where to meet up. I didn't want to assume that she would just wait all morning for me in the room. I wouldn't care if she did, but that choice was hers.

Then I had another dilemma; I suspected that Charlotte didn't have much money, if any, but simply leaving some on the nightstand with the note felt disrespectful to me. The last thing I wanted to do was to make Charlotte feel cheapened by finding money the morning after spending the night with me. I added a P.S. to my note telling her that there was some money in the top drawer of the dresser in case she wanted to buy herself breakfast or anything. I told her that she could take all or none, but I wanted to make sure that she had the option.

Just after ten-thirty that morning, I called Charlotte's number. She answered on the first ring, "Daddy I am so sorry that I fell asleep on you last night!"

Again with this 'Daddy' reference. I said, "It's not a problem from my end, Sweetie. Are you still in my room?"

"No, I'm just finishing packing my stuff up at the apartment. Since you're leaving tomorrow, I thought that I would leave for home after that."

"How much longer are you going to be?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm done. I was just waiting for your call," she said.

"Do you need help carrying your things over here?"

"No, it's not that much. Just a roller bag with my clothes and a backpack with everything else. I can head back to your room now if that's okay."

"That works for me," I said. "I'll see you in a few minutes. I missed you."

I heard Charlotte emit a small gasp before she said, "I missed you too. I'll be right there."

I was sitting at the small desk in the room booting up my laptop when Charlotte opened the door and entered. I hurried over to help her with her stuff, and once she had removed her backpack, I pulled her into a hug. She rested her head against my chest and sighed. She was wearing denim cut-off shorts and a t-shirt. There were sandals on her feet and her hair was secured in a ponytail high on the back of her head.

"It looks like housekeeping came while we were both out," I said. "Did you have something for breakfast?

Charlotte brought her lips to mine and placed a light kiss on them, "Yeah, I took you up on your offer and bought myself pancakes in the restaurant. Thank you for being so considerate and generous."

"Hey, I consider it my honor and privilege to take care of my girl," I said. "And while I'm on the subject, why do you keep referring to me as 'Daddy'?"

Charlotte laughed and said, "Because that's what you are to me. You're everything that a father should be for his daughter, with the added bonus of not being my biological father. That means that you can also be my best friend and my 'Daddy with benefits' like you were last night. Although, I feel bad that you didn't get as much benefit out of it as I did."

"Sweetie, I think we're both on the same wavelength where our relationship is concerned," I said, hugging her tighter against me. "Let me ask you something."

"Sure," she said.

I led her to the couch and sat, pulling her onto my lap, "I'm leaving tomorrow as I told you, but I am not heading home. I'm taking a week of vacation at my timeshare in Vail, and I would be overjoyed if you would agree to spend the time there with me. Would you like that?"

"Oh God, yes!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around my neck and showering my face with kisses.

"Wonderful," I said once I was able to free my mouth from hers. "I could also drive you back to Aspen on my way to the airport in Colorado Springs so we could spend even more time together."

"Oh, I am so excited!" Charlotte said, bouncing on my lap. "More than a week with you to learn and experience all the new things you can share with me. I haven't stopped thinking about what we did yesterday and how you have made me feel so much more confident about everything."

"I haven't stopped thinking about it either," I said, "and I've been trying to formulate a type of 'lesson plan' for us to try and give you the most rewarding experiences while I have the opportunity to do so. Now that I know that we'll have next week as well, I am going to work on giving you a master's level education by the time I fly home."

"Count on me to be your most willing and enthusiastic pupil," Charlotte giggled. "I aim to be the 'teacher's pet'."

"In that case, my pet, are you ready to start your next lesson?"

"Oh yeah!" she squealed.

I pulled her t-shirt over her head while she remained seated on my lap. I was surprised to see that she was wearing a bikini top under it. Then I remembered our plan to visit the pool today. Well, that could wait. I untied the strings on her back and pulled the bikini top over her head.

"Stand up, please," I instructed, and she jumped obediently off my lap to stand facing me.

I unsnapped her shorts and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of her sandals, followed by the shorts. I left her bikini bottoms on as I stood, took her hand and led her back to the bed.

"Do you want to undress me?" I asked her. "Or would you rather sit there on the bed and watch me undress for you?"

"You mean I get a choice?" she asked excitedly.

"You always get a choice," I told her. "So which choice will you take?"

"Hmmm," she said. "I think I want to watch you this time. Is that okay?"

"Your choices will always be okay with me. Sit there and watch, but feel free to give me any directions that you want along the way."

Charlotte took off her bikini bottoms before sitting on the edge of the bed. I waited for her to get settled before kicking off my loafers and then removing one sock at a time. I unbuckled my belt, followed by the waistband button on my slacks to allow the smoother withdrawal of the shirttail tucked into my pants. With the bottom of the shirt free, I pulled my polo shirt over my head and tossed it onto the couch.

Charlotte's hand had moved between her legs. I smiled down at her and nodded as her fingers moved slowly over her increasingly aroused pussy. Seeing my approval, she kept her beautiful blue eyes locked on mine as one of her fingers entered her and she moaned.

I unzipped my slacks and let them fall in a puddle at my feet. I stepped out of them, then turned around so that my back was to Charlotte before bending over to pick them up. Folding them and placing them onto the couch, I walked back to stand in front of her. When my hands stopped on the waistband for my underwear, Charlotte spoke.

"Please let me," she said, sliding quickly to her knees in front of me.

I smiled and removed my hands, which she immediately replaced with hers. When she had lowered my briefs far enough for my cock to spring free, she just stopped and gazed at it.

"When I had you in my mouth yesterday," she said, "I had no frame of reference for how much larger you are compared to the other guys I have been with because I never had them in my mouth. But when you were inside me later, that's when I could really feel the difference. You filled me so much better, but then everything you've done to me has been so much better."

Charlotte didn't take me into her mouth. She only placed a gentle kiss on the head of my cock before removing my underwear completely. I helped her to her feet and led her to the bed, where I climbed on and lay on my back.

"Today young student, we're going to perform oral sex on each other at the same time", I told her while leaning up on my elbows. "When you're ready, climb on over here and straddle my face so that you are in a position to bend down and take me into your mouth."

"Daddy, I don't know if this is a good idea," she said while joining me on the bed. "If I have you in my mouth when you do what you did to me yesterday, I'm afraid that I might accidentally hurt you."

I laughed and helped her get in position to straddle my face and said, "If you're worried about it, don't put me in your mouth. Some of the greatest things you did to me yesterday were with your tongue and hands. Just lick and stroke me while I enjoy you."

That suggestion seemed to appease her, but I soon discovered that she had a strategy of her own. She planned to take me into her mouth and suck on me until the feeling I created in her became too intense for her to trust herself. She also seemed to be challenging herself to get me deeper into her mouth than she had previously. No complaints here.

I pulled her hips down to bring her pussy closer to my mouth. The challenge came with how long her legs were. If she straddled me on her knees, she was too far away for me to reach her with my head flat on the bed. I reached back and put one of the pillows under my head, and voila, there she was. My tongue gently teased her labia on either side before parting it to get to the really good stuff.

When my tongue lightly brushed across her clit, I could feel her mouth tighten around my cock. So far, so good. I reached my right hand around to start playing with both her openings, gently teasing them without trying to enter while my left hand sought out her breast. In seconds, her pussy juices started flowing in earnest and Charlotte was no longer sucking on my cock. I stuck my right thump into her pussy and felt her orgasm flowing down my face, into my ears and soaking the pillow below me.

"Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, Oh Daddy," she kept crying as her hand moved frantically on my cock. I allowed her to calm down from her first orgasm before I began working on her next one. This time, I focused entirely on her clit, with licks so tender, she might have thought a butterfly was kissing her there. Her moans started soft and slow, but built as my teasing continued.

"Yes Daddy, yes Daddy," she was saying in a dreamlike voice.

As I sensed her impending orgasm, I backed my tongue off until she had settled down, and then resumed the light and gentle licks. Her body didn't have to begin building from the start every time that I paused and then resumed. In fact, she was getting closer to peaking each time, so the periods when I could lick her without sending her over the edge became shorter and shorter.

She had stopped using her mouth on my cock entirely, and the lubrication from her spit had dried so that her frantic stroking was getting uncomfortable. I had to put an end to this before I was raw. Plus, how could I deny her pleading voice.

"Please daddy, please..."

I leaned up and took her engorged clit into my mouth completely and didn't release it until I could no longer hold my breath against the waterfall of her orgasm. Bear in mind that I'm an avid swimmer and can hold my breath a lot longer than most people, so that should give you some clue of how intense her orgasm was.

I rolled her onto her back and crawled up beside her so that I could hold her while I kissed her lips. She molded her body against mine and pulled me as tightly against her as she could and held me as if her life depended on it, her body still quivering slightly as her orgasm continued to subside.

She was silent for so long, that I thought she might have fallen asleep again. Then I heard her whisper in my ear, "I want you inside me, Daddy. Please fuck your girl."

"Do you want to be on top again," I asked her.

"Wouldn't that be like repeating a grade in school" she teased. "Teach me something new, Daddy,"

I considered her request as I continued to hold her. I also considered her propensity to overly hydrate our surroundings when she came. The pillow that had been under my head was already wet, so that made the decision for me. I disengaged myself from her and raised onto my knees. Charlotte followed and was soon facing me on her knees as well.

"Okay, Sweetie," I said, "we're going to try a position that I think you will like. It's called 'doggy style'. No matter how much you enjoy this position, always remember that it can leave you vulnerable."

"Vulnerable how," she asked with a concerned tone in her voice.

"Let's get into the position and I'll show you," I said. I moved the wet pillow to the middle of the bed and instructed her on how to position herself over it, "You can lie completely on it if you want or if your arms get tired. It will keep your hips elevated so your basic position will be the same. You just might not be able to push back as freely."

"Okay," she said. "I'll try it on my elbows first and see how that feels. Now, why am I more vulnerable in this position?"

I moved behind her and asked, "Can you see me and what I am doing?"

Charlotte glanced back over her shoulder and said, "I can see your face and chest, but my hips and legs block the rest of you. And no, I can't see what you are doing with your hand, but I assume you're holding yourself."

"Right," I said. "Because you can't see me or have much control over what I am doing, you have to trust that my aim is true and my intentions honorable. I could smack your butt..." I lightly padded her right buttock. "Or I could be a real bastard and choose the wrong point of entry." I slowly brushed my thumb over her anal rosebud to clarify my point.

"Maybe I'll reserve this position only for my Daddy," she said. "If I like it that is. Let's find out."

With an invitation like that, I was ready. I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy to spread her moisture over it before lining it up for entry. Remembering how tight she was last night, I moved extremely slow, forcing only the head in and waiting for her to adjust. I was handling her like a virgin without a hymen, trying to resist the intense urge to bury my cock as deep inside Charlotte as possible, as quickly as possible.

Charlotte's mouth was open wide, but only unintelligible sounds were coming out of it. When I had eventually worked approximately four of my nearly eight inches into her pussy, Charlotte grew impatient. I had withdrawn about half of what had been inside her and was just beginning to try for a little more when she lunged back into me, sending my entire cock in her to the hilt.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I couldn't stand the teasing any longer. Please fuck your girl now."

No man is strong enough to resist a plea like that.

Of the three positions that she had experienced so far, Charlotte insisted that doggy was her hands-down favorite. She also insisted that it was a position reserved just for me when I was with her.

When I asked her to explain her choice, she had said, "There are several reasons why I like it best with you. First, I feel so full of you when I am in that position and you're inside me. Second, I like that I am completely at your mercy, so to speak. I don't feel vulnerable with you, but to the contrary, I feel treasured. I am like a prize that you are claiming, and I always want you to view me as yours. Next, I love the way that your balls slap against me when you're pounding me. It's like little fingers thumping on my clit in rhythm to your cock sliding into me. Finally, I like the way your hands and fingers are free to roam over my body, teasing my butt, caressing my breasts, and when you grabbed my ponytail while you were fucking me, that was the best orgasm I have ever had."

"It's also one of the more versatile positions for a man and woman," I told her. "It's a position that we could use in the shower together, with you bent over a piece of furniture or even the hood of a car. There a lot of ways that we could play around with it."

"Any time and any place you want, Daddy," she promised. It was a promise that she has never broken.

Over the next week, Charlotte and I grew even closer as we learned more and more about each other and explored different experiences, both sexual and non-sexual. Whether it was choices in food, introducing each other to new tastes, or working together to determine the best fishing lures to use in varying locations, we discovered a genuine fondness in sharing and caring for one another. We had become like family.

I flew Charlotte out to spend Labor Day weekend with me at my condo along the coast in Newport Beach. It was her first time at the ocean, and she took to it naturally. I taught her how to surf and ride a paddleboard within hours, and she was doing one or the other every chance she got after that. We had long discussions about her plans to attend college to become a certified nursing assistant, and she finally acquiesced to my insistence to pay her way through the entire program.

She came back to visit me over the Thanksgiving break, and I spent two weeks at a ski resort in Aspen in December that included Christmas and New Year. I couldn't keep up with Charlotte in the ski slopes, but I still could wear her out in the bedroom. I gave her a diamond solitaire pendant that first Christmas. The photo I took of her wearing only it while standing in front of a raging fire in my hotel suite remains one of her favorites.

I still traveled for work, but with Charlotte in my life, the trips were fewer, shorter in duration, and whenever her schedule would allow for it, she would accompany me. We tried to always plan my international trips for the times when Charlotte could join me, and we were successful at least eighty percent of the time.

Charlotte mastered her sexual coursework with me and did significant extra-credit work on her own. We have never been exclusive to each other, and Charlotte reveled in taking things that she had discovered with me and trying them out with different partners, both male and female. I would frequently get a play-by-play critique of each new partner that she found, and I would try to encourage Charlotte to embrace the difference that she was bound to encounter with new people.

On her twentieth birthday, I bought Charlotte a new car. The beater that she would occasionally borrow from her mom scared me to death, so I convinced her to let me get her an all-wheel-drive sedan. The 2013 Ford Escape came with a ski rack option, so that's what she picked. We made love in the back of it on a turnout three miles before reaching her house on the drive from the dealership.

When Charlotte told me that she had gotten a tattoo, she could sense that I wasn't overjoyed with the news. Then she told me that I had been the inspiration for the tattoo.

"Don't tell me that you had 'Daddy' or something similar tattooed on your bicep," I teased.

Laughing, she said, "No, silly. Remember that Marilyn Monroe quote that you told me to remember on our first night together? I had that placed onto my right shoulder. I'll get my friend Adriana to take a picture of it with my cellphone and I'll send it to you."

The tattoo is hard to read from any distance, but the big red lips below it are very clear. Since I had always supported Charlotte's choices, and she had always taken responsibility for her choices, I would continue to support her.

That wouldn't always be easy to do. Just before her twenty-first birthday, I flew Charlotte out to spend the Fourth of July with me. The holiday fell on a Thursday that year, so I would not have any trips scheduled and could dedicate ten full days to entertaining my girl. Her first night there, we were recovering from making love in the one position that was still reserved for our time together.

"Turning twenty-one is one of those milestone birthdays," I said. "Will you let me do something special to help us celebrate yours?"

I could tell by her silence that she had something that she was reluctant to share with me. In some of our recent conversations, she had been complaining more and more about her choice to become a CNA, and how tired she was of 'wiping old people's asses'. I assumed that she wanted to tell me that she was going to quit her job. I was partly right.

"Daddy, can we watch the tape you made of us in New Orleans?"

Charlotte had always been an exhibitionist around me, but something about baring her breasts along the streets of New Orleans during Mardi Gras had made her hotter than ever. She begged me to set up my video camera to make a tape of her sucking my cock, and then of her beautiful face as I fucked her from behind. There were only two copies of the tape, and we each had one of those.

Without questioning her motives for wanting to watch the tape after we had already made love rather than before we did, as was the custom, I put the tape into the VCR and pushed 'play'.

I crawled into bed and leaned back against the headboard. Charlotte snuggled up next to me and watched for several minutes before speaking.

"Daddy, how do you think I look on this tape compared to women in some of the pornos we watched together?"

"You know that you won't get an unbiased answer from me," I chuckled. "Plus, you would be comparing a video of a real couple versus actors playing a role."

She watched the rest of the video in silence. When it ended and I tried to get out of bed to remove the tape from the player, she put her hand on my arm to stop me.

"Daddy, I want to try. You've always said that the camera loves me, and the money is just too good to ignore."

"You want to be a porn actress?" I asked.

She nodded and said, "A girl that I went to school with works as a stripper at Shotgun Willie's. She gave me the name of an agent who is always coming into the club looking for new talent. I made a copy of my tape and sent it to him and he thinks I have a shot in the adult industry. I could do just girl-on-girl scenes, but the best money is in the boy-girl stuff."

I put my arm around her shoulders and said, "Charlotte, you don't need my approval, but know that you will always have my support. In fact, I hope that you're not letting the money alone influence your decision, because you know that you never have to worry about money as long as I am alive, or after for that matter. I will always take care of my girl."

"I know that you'll always take care of me, Daddy, but I also need to prove that I can take care of myself, and not just financially. You've shown me that I love sex, and working in the industry is one of the safest ways for me to experience new things with new people. You have taught me so much and made me the woman here who has the confidence to even consider what this new career would mean. Choices and consequences, remember?"

"So, you've considered the consequences of this choice?" I asked. "Care to share then with me?"

Charlotte snuggled tighter against me and said, "The only potential consequence that concerns me is how this choice would affect us. From my perspective, I don't think it would affect us negatively, but I need to understand your perspective too."

I thought about it for a few minutes and said, "The biggest consequence for us would be the fact that we could no longer be as public with our relationship as we have been, particularly where work-related events are concerned. I couldn't be seen with you anyplace where potential customers or even my competitors would see us together. I couldn't risk someone recognizing you as a porn star while we were together. While most customers might not care, my competitors would probably use our relationship against me. 'You can't count on him to devote his full attention to you, mister customer. He's dating a porn star,', that sort of thing. Then, there's the effect that it will likely have on our lovemaking. Now, when you come to California, you're coming to see me. As far as I know, the majority of porno shoots take place in the San Fernando Valley, so you're bound to be here for work on a regular basis. I've never been jealous of you having sex with other guys, but you've never had to deny me sex because some other guy, or guys had worn you out during filming. Are you prepared to do that?"

"That would never happen," Charlotte stated emphatically.

"Okay, I believe you," I lied. "Any other consequences that you want to discuss? What if you want to get married in the future? What do you tell your new in-laws? How do you explain it to your kids when one of their classmates shows them a video with their mom in it?"

"Those are all conversations that I am prepared to have when and if the time comes," Charlotte said. "You and me, Daddy and his girl; that is the only consequence that matters to me."

"Go where your heart leads you, Sweetie. I'll be here to protect and support you. Now, back to celebrating your birthday..."

"Uh, can we celebrate some other time?" she asked. "I have an audition shoot schedule the first week in August."

So, Scarlet Red was born. I did take her to Vegas to celebrate her birthday, but it was over the Labor Day weekend. It was the first time that I encountered her shaved pussy and pierced bellybutton.

Two years into her new career, Charlotte was staying with me between shoots. Over breakfast one morning, she asked for my help.

"Daddy, they want me to do an anal scene and they're offering me four times standard fees to do it. You've always been my teacher, and I need you to help me learn how to do anal."

Gradually larger butt plugs, lots of lubricant, and plenty of tongue teasing resulted in a very willing student taking my cock up her ass for the first time. Her shoot wasn't as pleasing for her.

Charlotte and I remain as close as ever, but I know that she is disappointed that I have never attended one of her shoots. She sends me links to every video, but I only watch them when she and I are together. She really does shine for the camera, but there are stark differences in what fans of Scarlet Red see and what I see in my Charlotte.

The diamond pendant necklace I gave her on our first Christmas is featured prominently in many of her videos. While she is just as vocal in her videos as she is in real life, I can see her acting skills at work. And finally, while the doggy position is no longer reserved just for me, her eruptive, squirting orgasms while fucking are.

She will always be her Daddy's girl.